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It was the middle of the night. My mom shook me awake with urgency.
"Ava, hurry, you must wake up!"
I opened my eyes and peered at her, the light from the hall casting a soft shadow across her face. I looked past her to the clock on my bedside table.
"Mom!" I whined. "It's 2:30 in the morning! What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, sitting next to me on the bed and stroking my hair, pushing it out of my sleepy face. "But it's your brother."
"Again."
"Yes, dear. Again. Now we all know he's had some troubles. But this isn't like that." I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "He had to take a prescription sleeping pill and I found him sleepwalking outside. I put him on the couch, but I have to be at the hospital in 20 min."
"So, you want me to babysit my 21-year-old brother?!"
"Honey, just keep an eye on him and steer him away from the front door, okay? He needs to get a good night's sleep, or he'll be a mess in the morning."
"Fine. Whatever. Go."
"Thank you, sweetie." She kissed me on the forehead and headed out the door.
Great. Now I've got to babysit my big bro. He's a total loser. He's 21, a college dropout, and he still lives here. I'm only 18, and at least I have a part-time job.
I kicked aside his feet and sat down at the end of the sofa, playing on my phone. I was too wound up to go back to sleep anyway.
Sometime later, Derek made a movement and I instantly turned to look at him. He was still fast asleep but was moving a little, and making some noise. I watched him for a while, but it seemed that was it.
That's when I realized that my "loser" brother wasn't wearing a shirt. I tried not to stare - after all he WAS a loser - but he was pretty hot.
I could tell he'd lost weight. I could see his abs and he looked good. He was a lot more toned than when I'd last seen him.
I tried to concentrate on my phone, but the thought of his abs kept coming to mind. I could hear him breathing, and every now and then his body would twitch. He was really asleep, and I was feeling a little curious about him.
Dammit Ava! I chastised myself for getting wet. He's your own brother, and you haven't even had a boyfriend yet. Get a grip!
Still, I couldn't help but look. And it made my pussy even wetter.
I decided to take another peek at him, and that's when I noticed the tent in his pants. My big brother was getting a boner.
My mind started wandering to forbidden places and I had to remind myself that he was a "bad boy" that has probably been with a hundred girls, whereas I was still a virgin. I had no idea how to handle a situation like this.
But, he looked so innocent asleep like that.
Lucky girls.
What? Girl get a hold of yourself! I thought. He's your brother. Your own brother!
I felt like I couldn't sit still anymore and I needed to do something. Trying to distract myself I went into the kitchen for a drink. Pacing around, I tried to get myself to calm down.
It didn't work.
I was still thinking about him.
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